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ten // the drug in me is you - falling in reverse

Adrian

"Where's Mystery Girl gone now?" I asked, approaching the Hades' dinner table. Nico sat alone, munching on a tray of fries. He looked up at me slowly and sipped his McFlurry slowly.

After some uncomfortable staring, Nico burped. "She's sitting on the roof crying," he said calmly, setting down his drink. "She said you did some pretty bad stuff to her ... I'd go check it out if I were you."

"But I don't think I've did anything wrong," I replied, stepping back. Did I hurt her? What could I have done?

Maybe that's why Mystery Girl's ignoring me ....

"Guys always think that," Nico shrugged, leaning back in his chair. He took a handful of french fries and began to shake the excess salt off. He frowned as he did this, but that disappeared as he tasted the fry. "Ignorant, ignorant, Adrian. You should go now while she's still there. My sister's a pretty fragile person. I don't think something like what you did could slip past, especially after his death -- wait, forget I said that."

I barely listened to what Nico had said. Immediately, I took off to the cabins. If something was wrong, I had to heal her. I had to.

I need to know the mystery of Mystery Girl.

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Breathless, I climbed hastily up the ladder to the roof. The pipes jutted out to scrape my body, but there was no time to wallow in pain.

Mystery Girl sat serenely on the edge of the roof. Her legs swung back and forth with the wind, her hair still. She was looking at the pavilion, but as I started to approach her, she turned around.

"Do you have anything to smoke?" Mystery Girl asked quietly, picking at her nails. "You used to ask what drugs you were on. Do you have any with you?"

I shook my head slowly, sitting down next to her. The roof hadn't changed since the last time we spoke, but the atmosphere had. "It's just better not to have them. I threw out my pack of cigarettes earlier," I answered.

Mystery Girl groaned slightly in disappointment, and laid down on the roof. Her legs were still dangling, but now her hair was swept across her face. She was beautiful, and her E/C eyes were especially captivating. Those same orbs were the ones that I decided to fall for in our first encounter.

I leaned back against the flat roof next to Mystery Girl, and we closed our eyes in silence. The wind against our beating hearts was calming, at the restfulness of the night could only contribute to the zen feel.

Then, remembering why I had come in the first place, I asked, "What have I done wrong to make you upset?"

From that question, Mystery Girl opened her eyes. "Why would you think that?" she replied, staring at the sky. Orion was out that night, and she was staring at the three most luminescent stars.

Thinking back to Nico's chill demeanor, maybe he just got the wrong idea. "Never mind," I said, brushing the topic away. "But why do you need drugs?"

Mystery Girl shook her head. "I'm not addicted, if that's what you're saying," she said. "It just makes me feel good. It really doesn't matter what type, as long as it takes my mind off things."

"That's how you get addicted, though." I laughed slightly at the end of this. "I'm surprised you're not hooked on ambrosia."

Mystery Girl let out an infectiously playful scoff paired with her classic eye-roll. "I don't get hooked on stupid things like that," she corrected. "I only take drugs when I feel like utter shit -- okay, so maybe just shittier than normal -- as they're offered to me. Plus, stuff like ambrosia can only make me 'happy', and I'm not wasting time with emotion like that. I like the rush of hallucinogens giving everything a different perspective."

After talking, Mystery Girl let out a short sigh. She then turned to look at me, really look at me, and once again I felt her piercing eyes read me. She took in all my language and searched through my scattered soul to find everything I had in store.

"You've changed," she said after a while of hesitation. She inched closer, trying to examine me more. It felt like I was a piece of art work and Mystery Girl was the artist.

"You're hair is still black at the roots," she noticed, growing closer and closer. It got to the point where we could feel the heat radiating off each others bodies, and as I realized this so did she. Immediately, her body shrank back slowly as if embarrassed.

"My eyes are the same, too," I said, my hand moving towards hers. "They're still blue, and my skin is far from 'sun-kissed'."

Mystery Girl cracked a grin, and I felt myself cracking one too. Our faces came forwards slowly, but this time we were in control of what was happening. One of her hands held mine, and her grasp was soft and delicate. With our noses nearly touching, I wanted to stay in that position forever.

"You know, I'm also still in love with you," I whispered, leaning nearer and nearer to those lovely eyes. In that moment, I didn't care if Mystery Girl didn't feel the same. I didn't care if she slapped me or kicked me in the balls, because I knew that we had experienced something special. This was a memory I'd keep even if we weren't together.

I didn't care that maybe I'd never know Mystery Girl's real name, because that was all past ambition. This was the present, and sometimes reminding myself of that was all I really needed in life. Because this was something I had to be present to truly experience, and I was.

"You're honestly the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

That was the truth, and I felt to empathy towards Mara Greenberg for that. I didn't care that maybe, somewhere, Mara was hurt. Because I was being entirely honest. Mystery Girl, my biggest mystery, was the most beautiful person in the entire world.

Mystery Girl was evidently blushing. She turned her head away shyly, but the way her cheeks flushed was actually quite adorable. Most girls blushed strangely, like they were trying to act all shy but ended up making fools of themselves, but Mystery Girl was different. She didn't care that I was head-over-heels for her, or that I came from an incredibly wealthy family. She didn't care that I was an arrogant snob when we first talked, or that I'm, in fact, a sexy, sexy, beast.

"You seem to not have met many decent looking girls," Mystery Girl replied after a while. By the time she could face me again, her skin was normal again.

I shook my head and grabbed her soft hand. "I've met supermodels walk into my dad's office and left with barely any clothes on," I murmured, my thumb circling the back of her palm. "And yet I find myself trapped in you. Well, I wouldn't say trapped. More like absorbed -- no, that makes you sound like a sponge. What I mean is --"

So I was making myself sound like an idiot, but apparently it was the right kind of idiot, because somehow Mystery Girl pressed her face against mine. Gently. At first I was surrounded by shock, but then I got hold of my senses and my vacant hand grasped her back.

And boy, Mystery Girl was a good kisser.

You'd probably get grossed out by the details, but I'll assure you we didn't do 'the do', if you know what I mean. The entire thing lasted around five seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

At the end, I felt the urge to ask, "About the drugs -- you were saying?" Mystery Girl just did her infamous eye-roll. Classic.

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Remember that bit about holding onto the present? Well that's what I did. And I never wanted to let go.

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